Sitting in a crowded building in Venice, California, you were yet another musician trying out for a new Johnny Cage movie. Mainly, for a chance to develop the soundtrack for the film. People sitting around you were practicing vocals, calling their family to tell them about how excited they were, etc.. It was kind of a big deal, it seemed.

Every other minute, the in-development movie's directors and even the starring actor himself could be overheard yelling at the musicians trying out; mostly about how it didn't fit the film's theme, or that it wasn't very good. It was obvious that the standards were high.. Extremely high.